บท 561: Vampires VS Werewolves

*CLANK!*

*Flutter!*

*THUD!*

*Clash!*

*CRACKLE!*

Saeko and Serana zip around the platform, the latter constantly uses her bat form to fire spells at a safe distance, while Saeko chases her around like a Werewolf chasing its tail.

To be perfectly honest, Saeko was far stronger than Serana, and the only reason the fight hadn't ended yet was that Michael wanted her alive. Still, the vampire was stronger than expected...

"I WILL END YOU!" Serana bares her fangs and casts a powerful life drain at Saeko, who sprints forwards and tries to cut at her, only to fail as her opponent turns to bats once more.

"STAY STILL, COWARD!"

Serana lands and attempts to fire a spell but fails as she realises how low her Magicka was... "FINE!" her form explodes in a bloody display as her body transforms into that of the Vampire Lord. However, unlike the form Harkon uses, or the Dragonborn uses in the game, Serana's form was far larger and far more menacing.

Her pale scale was partially obscured by black scales that looked reminiscent of Molag Bal's true form. Even possessing horns that sprout from her temples. She floats off of the floor as two bright crimson spells alight in her clawed hands. "FACE ME, MORTAL!"

Saeko's eyes gleam as she grins, "THAT'S MORE LIKE IT!" she exclaims as she goes through her own transformation, turning into a large purple-haired Werewolf, her blade clattering to the ground beside her.

"The fuck, does this even count as a catfight anymore? This isn't sexy at all!" Michael exclaims at the monster showdown.

"Heh, these the girls you like? Let me guess, partner, that elf girl of yours transforms too?" Derflinger cackles.

Saeko roars as she throws herself at Serana, claws flailing as blood spells explode as they strike her chest. They don't stop her momentum though, allowing her to barrel into the floating Vampire Lord.

Long bloody lines are carved into Serana's pale flesh, her scales providing limited protection against the frenzied onslaught of her Werewolf opponent. She discards her thoughts of using spells and starts slashing with her own claws, causing the fight to devolve into a scratching match...

Blood flies and fills the air as both go at one another, their regenerative abilities healing their wounds soon after they're made. They bite each other, claw each other, and soon both are lost in a blood rage, leaving both as simple mindless beasts.

"Eh, partner... You think you should stop them now? This is a bit much..." Derflinger asks and Michael nods.

"Yeah, alright..." he telekinetically throws Saeko away from Serana before pinning the Vampire Lord to the ground with shadowy chains with [Spatial Grip].

"Saeko! Stay back!" He shouts as she gets back up and begins to charge her opponent again, fortunately regaining her composure as she hears his voice.

"Are we done already?" Saeko growls as her form shifts back to human.

"I let you have your fun, now we need to get to business," he says, still restraining the angry Vampire Lord.

She shakes her head, "And what's your plan for this then? Doesn't seem like she's willing to talk after you stole the scroll."

"We'll make her be civil." he states, walking over and releasing Serana from his hold, allowing her to lunge at him... Which he easily stops, grabbing her wrists and headbutting her into unconsciousness.

"Now that's why I call a 'Face-to-Face' talk partner! Hahahaha!" Derflinger laughs as the duo groans at his pun.

"What now?" Saeko asks, brushing some dust and dry blood from her clothes while retrieving her weapon.

"We'll take her back to the Spire, before that though there's a Word Wall Illu might wanna go over."

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"Hmmmnnng..." Serana groans, waking up for the second time today... Her eyes dart open as soon as she remembers what'd last happened and is greeted by... A strange and somewhat comfortable room?

The floor was decorated entirely with soft carpets, and the furniture looked odd but incredibly comfortable, especially since she was lying on some sort of cushion chair? At the sides were bags made of fabric, and a foreign-looking mirror-like device positioned against the wall. "W-where am I..." she mumbles while running a hand through her frazzled hair.

"Eh... Michael! She's awake!" a young brown-haired girl wearing grey, red, and black robes exclaims as she runs out of the room, leaving way for the same man who'd stolen her Elder Scroll to walk in...

"Remember not to interrupt us, Megumin... Also, call Saeko, might as well have here for this, no point going over it twice."

"Who are you, and why have you stolen my Scroll?" Serana can't help but growl despite how handily she'd been beaten last time...

"I'm Michael Tahlin, and as funny as it sounds, I'm your saviour." he says with an almost mocking bow.

She scoffs at that, "My saviour? Forgive me but I don't recall reading of heroes who steal, threaten, beat, and kidnap their princesses."

He shrugs, "I'm more of a villain than a hero, to be honest.. Besides, I know some 'Princesses' who'd prefer this treatment." he states, immediately thinking of Darkness, she was close enough to royalty, right?

"Yes, well, I'm not like any of them. Once I could've used a hero, but that time has passed... I'll ask again, why have you stolen my scroll? And why have you brought me here?"

Michael pushes Serana's legs to the side and sits himself on the couch directly next to her, "I'm trying to stop your dearest daddy from blotting out the sun with your blood... I've managed to lock all the Daedric Princes out from Nirn, but something like that would definitely give them the opportunity to return."

...

"Wait, say that again!? You locked out the Daedric Princes!?"